Before this is all over, I want to see this woman shackled in an orange jumpsuit.
This story is HUUUUUUGE.
(Okay, okay, Hugh).
I hope they don't find her in Fort Marcey Park.
She should be given a taster. She will sing like a canary if they corner her.
If only. But on Planet Washington, the Department of Justice is too busy imprisoning 60-year-old comics for selling bongs and yuppie advice ladies on imaginary stock tip charges to bother with little things like this.